Friendly Scott

Scott's hands tightened slightly around the steering wheel as he drove, his eyes drifting down to the bracelet resting against his wrist. A heavy sigh escaped his lips.

That bracelet. His mother's voice echoed in his head, reminding him to "never take it off." She'd been insistent, practically demanding he wear it at all times.

Sure, it was a family heirloom, but shouldn't that mean it belonged locked up somewhere safe, not tagging along on his wrist every day? He groaned, tilting his head back momentarily as he stopped at a red light.

The bracelet wasn't even the worst of his problems. The throbbing headache from last night's outing clawed at the back of his skull, a sharp reminder of the extra drinks he'd downed while worrying over Kain.